Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 335 - 335 334 The Secret of Blue Mountain 3

335: Chapter 334 The Secret of Blue Mountain 3 335: Chapter 334 The Secret of Blue Mountain 3 He decided to sell himself!

He would offer his most precious asset to the highest-status woman of Blue Mountain within the tribe, thereby obtaining some more in-depth information.

In this world, there’s a kind of wind that cuts through everything without distinction between Mortal World and Cultivation, sharp and unavoidable.

It’s the pillow talk.

But he had never imagined that he, a person used to listening to pillow talk, would now start to instigate it?

How unpredictable life is, how quickly things change…

After performing the seductive dance, it seemed there were no barriers to taking a step further?

He had to speed up because the leech Primordial Energy within his body, even under such strong suppression, still showed signs of stirring; this suppression was the intervention of an external force, not the voluntary hibernation of his Inner Secret.

In fact, as long as a Cultivator is alive, the operation of the Inner Secret can never truly stop; it just reduces to an insignificant degree.

The fearsome power of the leech Primordial Energy lies precisely here – even such minuscule signs of life can’t avoid its infiltration.

Although its impact is minimized under such conditions, over time, the effects gradually become apparent.

Hou Niao knew that he didn’t have much time left.

Within the tribal system, there were no clear avenues for advancement.

A warrior’s next step is to become a formidable warrior, then a Core Warrior, a champion…

They were purely muscle for hire, with a status far below that of the noble women within the tribe, an insurmountable barrier.

Circumstances compel a person to act; for the first time in his life, he started to learn how to flaunt and flatter, in front of and behind people, puffing his arms, showing off his abs, pitching tents, and so on…

At first, there was a sense of shame, but later it became routine, and he even started to feel a certain satisfaction?

Could it be…

that every man has this psychological impulse?

It’s said that ‘Men chase women across mountains; women chase men through a mere layer of paper,’ but here it’s the other way around.

After he flirted both deliberately and inadvertently a few times, the woman with the highest status in the tribe finally took notice of him.

Of course, there might be other reasons behind this, such as the fact that his hunting outside the tribe now surpassed even the most valiant warriors.

“Chief…

The house is leaking…

calling for you…”

The warrior who came to notify him was full of envy.

They do not restrain their feelings, so it’s just simple envy, without any scheming or backstabbing.

After a month, the most basic language skills were sufficient for communication.

If it didn’t involve the profound knowledge of humans, language around daily chores like fetching wood and water, hunting, or dancing was, in fact, quite simple.

What followed then, just happened naturally.

The female chief’s house really was leaking – and quite severely at that.

Hou Niao fixed it throughout the night…

Now it seemed, he might have to do it daily?

Fixing the house at night and hunting during the day, such a routine would be too much for an ordinary Mortal, but for Hou Niao, a Cultivator with a Natural Dao Body, it was no trouble at all.

His capabilities made the female chief very satisfied; half a month later, she formally told him that she planned to offer him to the top shaman of the largest tribal community along the coast, in exchange for the survival and safety of their smaller tribe.

Offered as a tribute?

It was somewhat humorous and ironic; it seemed the people here didn’t care much whether the person being offered was untouched – as long as he was useful.

On this point, the female chief was quite confident.

Almost two months after arriving on this strange island, Hou Niao was chosen and sent up.

What he hadn’t expected was that this was not the end, but merely the beginning!

Layer by layer, within half a year, he had been offered several times, journeying from a remote coastal tribe to a larger regional one, then to the largest tribe on Blue Mountain Island, and finally arriving at the heartland of the natives, the Grand Witch Temple of Blue Mountain.

The witch priestesses here are the ruling center of the entire indigenous population of Blue Mountain Island, with all tribal witch leaders dispatched from this place.

Throughout this process, he also came to understand this land; as he came into contact with increasingly higher levels, the pillow talk—a euphemism for intimate secrets—also became more advanced, and the information he received more complete, not to mention the occasional use of certain tactics…

This land revealed its true face before him, and even though he couldn’t survey it from the air, he had achieved the goal of comprehensive understanding.

This was still an island, Blue Mountain Island, not comparable to a continent, but the island was large in area.

From his half-year journey, it was about the size of a small country on a continent, which was already quite remarkable for an island.

They were unaware of the far vaster continents that existed beyond their world, at least the witch priestesses he encountered were; therefore, they naturally didn’t know just how far away the mainland really was.

The economy, systems, military, and institutions of Blue Mountain Island left much to be desired, still entrenched in a rather primitive matriarchal society.

These were of no concern to Hou Niao.

What truly concerned him was, why was the mana suppression so strong here for cultivators?

As he was offered up higher and higher in status, he gradually understood the reason.

In the center of Blue Mountain Island stood two Divine Mountains, towering into the clouds, named East Divine Mountain and West Divine Mountain; purely made of rock and devoid of even a single weed, they seemed like dead lands.

Between the two Divine Mountains, there was some mysterious power of repulsion at work, interacting with each other and causing endless atmospheric phenomena; the most obvious was the area between the two mountains, where lightning flashed and thunder roared all day long, as if it was the end of the world.

In the other areas radiating outwards from the two Divine Mountains, the closer you were to the mountains, the harder it was for plants to grow; the very foot of the Divine Mountains was barren.

The farther away from the mountains, the more luxuriant the plant growth, providing crops and animals for human survival.

This was also Blue Mountain people’s forbidden land; ordinary folks simply couldn’t get close.

Each of the East and West Divine Temples occupied one of the mountains, and they housed high-status witch priestesses.

But Hou Niao, because he had chosen the correct path, had come all the way without any hindrance, being offered step by step as if he were a stud horse, until finally, he was presented to the West Divine Temple.

It was precisely because he came here that he finally understood the source of that suppressing force—the two Divine Mountains were the culprits.

At the same time, they might also be the key to curing his hidden ailments.

However, the area near the Divine Mountains was forbidden territory, not allowing free entry or exit, and even many of the witch priestesses didn’t have such qualifications, let alone someone like him, part of the harem.

He needed to think of a way.

In the West Temple, a certain ritual to honor the heavens was taking place, with the sound of conch shells resonating, light and shadow intertwining, red garments and green shadows, a bizarre and dazzling spectacle…

At the highest echelons of Blue Mountain Island, the dance offering was no longer exclusive to men but a right of the witch priestesses.

And the male servants were merely after-ceremony refreshments.

Hou Niao was among the many vigorous servants, his nose filled with drifting fragrances, his eyes following the swaying slender waists, particularly those of the eastern and western Goddesses.

He belonged to the West Divine Temple’s Goddess, but today his gaze lingered more on the East Goddess, not out of lust, but to achieve a certain goal.

He was waiting for the indulgence that would come after the ceremony…

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Conch shells compete in the Heavenly Demon Dance, powdered faces turn as if nighttime demons.

Red tunics and embroidered collars, green silk pants, ascend the Divine Mountain riding on slender waists.